Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Such a Cute Kid Can't Enter
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‘I'm too tiny!’
I was super duper small. If the maid sisters were just pencils, I was a little pencil stub.
And even the Acid I brought along was just as young as me but way taller.
I was the shortest one here....
So, while adults—full-grown women at least—could pass through the checkpoint, I was the only one who couldn't.
‘I'm the guild leader of this party, but if this keeps up, my pride's gonna die!’
I shamelessly grabbed the hem of a maid sister's sleeve.
“Onni.”
“Oh dear, yes.”
The muscle maid sisters fidgeted anxiously as they grabbed my arm tight.
“Carry me.”
The maid sisters nodded eagerly, grinning like loyal puppies following orders.
“Roger!”
I looked up at them, all wrapped up snug in my swaddling cloth. Then Dedri sis scooped me up in her arms. Suddenly, my eye level shot up to about 160 cm.
‘The world... looks so tiny!’
What an amazing view.
I widened my eyes huge and parted my lips a little. The guard at the casino entrance whispered pityingly as he looked at me.
“No helping it. Such a cute kid can't enter.”
I waved my white, rice-cake-like arms at him and said,
“Hey!”
The guard looked flustered at my words. He must've been totally intimidated by my dignity. I crossed my arms sternly in front of my chest and declared to her,
“Let me in. I'm a Mirmod.”
The guard's face turned a bit puzzled.
I knew she wouldn't just let me pass that easily. I narrowed my eyes while keeping my arms crossed. The guard cautiously eyed me and said,
“Mir... mod? I've never heard of such a cute kid in the Mirmod family.”
Who knew all those outrageous antics by the Mirmod family's bratty villains would come in handy now.
I lifted my chin stiffly, planning to say, ‘I'm not cute, I'm evil!’ But just then, Dedri sis, who was holding me, smoothly stepped in.
“How dare you judge Lady Sien. Behold the seal of House Mirmod.”
The guard, whose eyes had been full of hearts while looking at me, suddenly shrank back at the sight of the maid sis. Our sis did look a bit intimidating. After checking the seal the maid sis showed, the guard asked in a trembling voice,
“Lady... of House Mirmod... what brings the young lady to this casino?”
The guard had gotten awfully polite.
Looks like the logic of power worked in this world too.
But the way the guard kept gazing at me longingly felt just like... someone spotting an adorable puppy on a walk but holding back because of its scary-looking owner.
‘I'm not the puppy in this scenario, right?’
I shook off the suspicion and clenched my tiny fist tight, flashing the most wicked grin I could muster.
“Hey, guardy. Why do ya think I'd come to a casino?”
“Er... to gamble and place bets?”
Kids were normally banned from casinos.
But House Mirmod was different.
Even their kids oozed villain vibes. So our family's brats got a pass on pretty much any bad behavior.
Plus, with the maid sisters glaring daggers, the guard tucked tail quick.
“I-I won't ask any more questions. Allow me to escort you inside.”
After double-checking the Mirmod seal, the guard continued.
Honestly, everything else was fine. I was nervous, sure, but my real fear was this.
‘Me sneaking out like this? Dad must never know.’
My dummy dad might faint or pass out if he found out.
I reminded myself of that firmly as I nestled into the maid's arms like a bundled-up baby and headed inside. I'd wrapped the cloth tight over my face to look extra menacing too.
Maid sisters, me, Acid, Captain.
The five of us strode boldly into the casino.
Off to find a dealer and buy tickets to the [Dark Auction House]!
***
I—no, the maid sis carrying me—stepped inside. She was tall with long legs, so we reached the casino center way faster than if I'd waddled there on my chubby dumpling legs.
On the way, as I gawked at the roulette wheels, slot machines, and packed crowd, I thought to myself,
‘So many weirdos here.’
This place was crawling with oddballs, enough that a swaddled kid and hulking muscle maids didn't even raise eyebrows.
People muttering to themselves with heads down, folks clutching wads of bills in both hands, eyes bloodshot as they yanked slot levers nonstop....
I whispered softly into the maid sis's ear.
“Take us to the spot with the biggest stakes!”
The dealer for the [Dark Auction House] was at the highest-stakes table. I'd spotted the sign inside and pointed right to it.
Everyone's faces went slack in shock as they followed my tiny finger.
“T-That one?”
“Doing that game's a life-or-death bet...”
“S-Sien, not there!”
They all chimed in. But I shook my head firmly and shot back,
“That one. Now.”
“But that's Russian roulette...!”
“One slip-up and you're dead!”
The rules of [Russian Roulette] were dead simple.
Load one bullet into the gun. Dealer and player take turns aiming at their own temple and pulling the trigger. Bullet fires? Instant death. Click? You live.
The catch? The rules are rigged.
Something in the gun means the dealer survives even if it fires, but the player dies.
If the dealer takes the bullet, player wins. Win as player, and the dealer grants one wish—no matter the amount of money or noble title.
“I heard tons of people have actually died here.”
“Even if you don't know the casino, everyone knows about the Russian roulette inside.”
I nodded but wasn't backing down.
“It's fine. Don't worry.”
“...”
“I'm doin' it.”
“That's what worries us most! If you really need to, I'll—”
“I'm doin' it.”
“M-Me too! I'm a healer, so...”
Watching them all fight to die in my place, I shook my head hard to calm things down.
“Sien's gotta do it. We promised!”
I'd already made them swear when I brought them along.
Trust me and watch—even if it gets dangerous—because I've got a plan.
Remembering that, they drooped their tails with grumpy, worried faces.
“......Okay.”
I glanced at them, thinking it'd be nice to snag some good auction loot too—maybe level up the party's gear.
The [Dark Auction House] always had the hottest items that stole the show.
A perfect chance to gift my trusty followers.
***
I stepped into the pitch-black room with everyone. Unlike the bustling outer area, this place screamed danger.
I took a tense breath, then walked toward the only light: a red wooden table in the darkness, topped with a gun-shaped magic tool.
“Come out, dealer.”
I picked up the gun and called.
As a faint hum echoed from it, lights flickered on one by one.
It was called a gun for convenience, but it was a magic tool, after all.
This world had no fancy real guns, but magic ones worked the same way.
“I'm here for Russian roulette.”
Like candles igniting in the gloom, the lights blazed fully to life. A figure emerged from the wall side.
“Oh my.”
She walked toward me with a beautiful smile, eyeing me. She glanced at my group and let out a short gasp of admiration. Even without showing off, she could apparently gauge their power.
‘Well, she did greet Melody as “Your Holiness” or whatever.’
I stared right at her and curled my lips up.
“Hi.”
“Ahh... Are you the player?”
“Yup.”
“The youngest to come die?”
I met her gaze clearly and replied,
“Who comes here to die?”
I shook the gun-shaped tool in my hand and smiled cutely.
“Shall we start now?”
Five-year-old versus adult.
The life-or-death gamble began.
The dealer watched me with intrigued eyes. She whispered to me like a song,
“Once the game starts, either I concede defeat and grant your wish, or you die. Nothing else.”
I nodded casually.
“Fine by me. I've got a full plan.”
Acid and the maids, clueless about my plan, looked at me with pity. Acid was practically shivering.
For a special ability healer, he sure worried pitifully. He was shaking harder than me, the one playing.
When my eyes locked on Acid, the dealer followed my gaze. True to a shady casino dealer, she could apparently size up folks' powers with a glance.
“Ahh... So that's why you're so confident—with a healer in tow.”
The dealer gave Acid a dismissive look.
‘Not quite.’
I didn't bother correcting her.
Misreading my confidence source completely, the dealer smirked at Acid.
“Princess, a healer can't save someone killed by this gun.”
I didn't reply. No need for chit-chat from the sure winner.
I haughtily jerked my chin, looking as scary as I could.
“Let's start!”
“Ahh, how cute. Yes.”
She handed me the gun-shaped tool and said,
“You first.”
“No refusals here.”
Better to take the first hit, I figured. I loaded the bullet right away, then pressed the barrel to my tiny temple.
That sight must've been dizzying, 'cause gasps of “Eek!” echoed around. Especially a muscle maid sis, so tense she plopped down with a thud.
Only the captain watched me, muttering softly through gritted teeth.
The moment everyone but the captain held their breath.
I pulled the trigger with a click.
*Whish-*
An empty whoosh.
First round: no death. I lowered the barrel from my head and stared straight at the dealer.
“Lucky you.”
“Yup.”
I replied simply, eyes fixed on her. The dealer, knowing this gun couldn't harm her, calmly reloaded and fired at her own temple.
*Whish.*
Just another empty whoosh.
She handed the gun right back. As I took it, I shrugged.
“From where I'm sittin', the lucky one's you, dealer onni.”
“What do you—”
The dealer eyed me suspiciously. By now, even she had to sense something off.
I gripped the gun tight and blinked my green eyes.